Artist

I was thinking today of paint,
of drips and gobs of color,
rich and bright and full of potential.
I was thinking today of fingertips,
of dabbing your nose with blue
and adding some yellow to your forehead.
I have an urge to fling, to dip
my arms in primary colors
and whirl in circles, pinwheeling
hues and splatters.
I want to role myself in stripes
of a acrylic and crawl into bed with you,
to leave abstraction on the white sheets.